the bloody floor i know, by Josiah Hammond :)
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every where i look i find the wrong things
its never what i want to find
its always someone ready to rip it right out of me
with nothing even to say
just a look of laughter on her face
its always that way
that smirk will never change
the glased cover of shelter
will never fade
ive been here a million times before
i could find my way out in the dark
its like the back of my hand
even if i wish that was not the truth
but i cant change how im treated
from day to day
my heart stays the same
it sits in the middle of the floor
feet from my chest
leaking everything i wonce new
but now its to late for me and you
By:
Josiah Hammond |
Posted: 2009-02-17 19:43:38 UTC |
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2009-03-31 01:29:47 | Invisible Poet |
written very nicely, one thing i would reccomend but by no means am saying is needed would be a rhyme scheme it is already a very nice piece juts saying for future reference... |